“It's OK,” he says reassuringly, as he puts his arm round my shoulders. He does it so deftly, I barely notice, but I can feel the very slightest p...essure from the grip of his hand. It feels nice. Safe. Warm. I let myself go. I let my feelings pour out into the half-embrace from this stranger. This warm and calm teenager, who has suddenly appeared to make me his friend. My whole body is shaking with the grief and emotional turmoil within me that has been buried a long way under the surface these. The waterfall is beautiful, but without a doubt it would look magnificent if there had been more rain. Anyway the place is nice and tranquil, and with a peaceful atmosphere.I don't linger long, with my bike clothes I seem a bit out of place, I just wanted to see the place. Hopping on the bike I pedal back to the main road and start the long downhill to the car, taking care the first few hundred meters as there is now mud on the wheels. As I turn left to the main road, I realize that these are. Inside was a used rubber that still had a LOT of cum in it. My mind raced and my cock got instantly hard. I knew that earlier that morning a repair guy was coming to look at our new washing machine that wasn't working right. Was it him? Did she fuck a total stranger? Was it someone she worked with? One of our friends? I had no idea, but I was way aroused. I ended up taking the rubber to the bathroom, I got undressed and stood in our shower (no water on). I started playing with the rubber and. Do you shave yourself? Do you like to be hairy like your women?” “I just shave the shaft and balls. I like them to be smooth so I can feel the hair rub against it. I leave my pelvis and all hairy. I like it a lot and I like playing with it when I’m bored.” “Hmm that sounds nice babe. You walk around in your underwear all the time so I know you are hairy on your pelvis and your ‘treasure trail’ but I can’t tell past your boxer briefs. I do know you have good genes though.” “What do you mean?”.